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Do you feel pain when you are whipped? (Ask the woman)

It hurts (while crying)

Then I woke up from my sleep. I'm speechless. What did I see just now? What is grave torture? What was that angel? At that time I wondered. Ever since that dream I have been quiet more and more contemplating the events of the dreams I have experienced.

Not just once I dream. I have dreamed of praying. I was standing on a brown prayer mat. Wear full Muslim clothing with kopeah and sarong. Then to my left was someone wearing a white robe while holding a thin and thick whip. His face was black as the dark night sky. It has no face or an indentation of the shape of the face. Dark black as the dark night sky. He ordered me to start praying. I haven't finished takbir. He grabbed me and told me to repeat it. I repeated it too. When I read al-Fatiha's letter, he again lashed me and told me to repeat it again. Not until one rokaat. He kept asking me to repeat my prayers and whipping me. And I finally woke up from my sleep. What the hell is this. I pondered and kept pondering.I also understood that God wanted me to improve my life and especially my worship. I understand it's not just a matter of her prayer reading. But I must really.khusu when praying from the beginning of takbir to salam. I only think of God and face him during prayer, and must not think of anything else. Maybe that was the intent of the person telling me to repeat the prayer continuously.

Long story short I mueai looking for a identity as I said before, that is, for what I live and the purpose of my life is the direction?

To find all the answers. I often travel to pesantrens in the garut area. Once during the long holiday semester one for two weeks I went to lake malaya and stopped at one of the pesantren love color. There I met the Santri. Ustad and kiyayi just to find the answer I want. Well I don't know what I want. I don't really understand either. I just follow my instincts. I also sometimes stop at the boarding school I once lived in during Junior High. Well I get advice and direction from those I meet and I tell you everything I've been through. Not infrequently my holidays are used for traveling. What's more after finishing the final level examination of the twelfth grade that's a long holiday. If others spend vacation time by doing recreation with family. I even went wandering and camping in remote places just for zikr and fasting. Once, I walked in a village in the darkness of the night and the light of the moon. At that time I felt exhausted.I saw there was an old hut in the middle of a dry rice field because it had a harvest and a long dry season.

I decided to knock the old manure. And not long after that there was an old man who opened the door. I'm welcome to come in. We also talked.

Jang bade kamanaweungi-weungikieu a throw scarecrow in the middle of a rice field?

(Where are the nights going this way alone in the middle of the paddy fields?)

Ieuki abdi tea bade kasinga parnanujunagalanahoyongngaos.

(Look at ki. I am on an adventure to teach)

(Oohgit. Why ade even sawing everything. Why go all the way to the lion parma. Where do you want to be from?)

His.hoyong weh ki. Abdi Hoyong knows more about Allah, and also reveals the identity of nyalira. Abdi ti garut.

Well.jamper. I want to know God better, and find myself. I'm from garut ki.

Oooh.kutujang. Hopefully.naon anu janten pamaksand ujang dikabul kuallah, ngan ujang kudu inget each lengkah anu ujang kulus. Eta in my arahken god. Clue tiallah. Naonnuku ujang in ayena. Eta kanyaahallahka. Allah te kudu in teanganjang. Poeaya jeng ujang. Merhatiken. Sok ayena mah rest weh gera kulem tos wungi.

(Oooh. Hopefully.what is the purpose of ade.manifested by god, just have to remember every step that ade take. It's directed at God. A hint from god. What is natural now. It is god's love for Ade. God must not be sought by. Every day with Ade. Watching ade. Please now just rest. Soon sleep is night).

Muhunki.

(Yes ki..thank you).

I fell asleep in the hut on a mat made of bamboo and straw.

Morning has arrived. The sun had already stretched out to greet me with a beam of light so brightly dazzling. I was awakened by the sunlight and the rumbling sounds.I saw many people who were huddling me. They were whispering that saw me lying on the straw.

I'm shocked. Because I'm lying on dry hay. I didn't sleep last night in an old old grandfather's shack. How strange. Though I was sure once last night I even talked to him. Why am I lying here without a roof, and many people are swarming over me.